Inside the ragged cloth, there was no child at all, but a broken doll. Two large words were written on the doll.
Dumbass.
Old Li! The man sensed something was wrong. He looked up to speak, but suddenly saw a burly man appear behind his companion.
Fuck!
Old Li was struck in the back of the knee with a club and fell straight to his knees. The leader, attempting to fight back, took a knife-hand strike to the throat. The hammer in his hand dropped to the ground as he stumbled backward, clutching his neck in agony.
Are you okay, Baby? Did they scare you? Zhao Hu hurriedly stepped forward to comfort his girlfriend.
Spare us! Have mercy! The remaining men hastily threw down their weapons, realizing they were already surrounded by twenty or thirty people, all wearing fierce expressions.
Spare you? Have others begged you like this before? Fang Zhiyi asked.
The men were forced to their knees.
Mercy isn't impossible, but from today onward, you must trade yourselves for your lives. Fang Zhiyi narrowed his eyes. The next moment, he seamlessly snapped the neck of the leader who was still agonizingly clutching his throat. The corpse slumped to the ground.
Tsk tsk. Looking at the pale, terrified robbers, Zhao Hu shook his head. No matter how many times I see it, the boss's moves are always mind-blowing.
Chen Rui said nothing, simply ordering someone to bring out shackles and chain the robbers' feet together.
They had already encountered several waves of robbers, ranging from lone wolves to organized gangs. Chen Rui now believed Fang Zhiyi's words: the world had changed, and people would do absolutely anything to survive.
Fang Zhiyi had led them to raid a prison. They originally wanted to find guns, but found none, only a pile of shackles.
Fang Zhiyi seemed very adept at handling these robbers. Generally, as long as the robbers yielded, he would immediately restrain them and make them march at the back of the group.
At first, Chen Rui did not know what Fang Zhiyi was planning, until they occupied a relatively flat village. The villagers had vanished to who knows where. Fang Zhiyi had them settle down, and then treated the robbers like mules. He ordered them to repair the houses, make adobe bricks from mud mixed with dry grass, and stack them up to build a perimeter wall.
What would normally take over a month of work was desperately completed by the robbers in half the time under Fang Zhiyi's threats and intimidation. But it wasn't over yet; they had to continue doing other chores, such as clearing land and digging wells.
Fang Zhiyi called this maximizing value.
Boss, how did you know there was water down here?
I told you, I'm a fortune teller. Fang Zhiyi looked at the panting robbers and waved his hand. Someone immediately pulled them up and forced another group to jump down and continue digging.
Chen Rui didn't know if Fang Zhiyi was telling the truth, but it seemed he was incredibly accurate every time.
The moment the water gushed out, everyone in the village cheered.
From being refugees to this moment, they finally had a place to live, along with fields and a well. Hope filled everyone's heart, and some even shed tears of excitement.
However, this was only the beginning. Soon, they faced their first attack.
The reason was simple. A girl was in charge of bringing food to the robbers. Seeing them wolf down their meals made her feel a bit sorry for them. A few men with ulterior motives began to sweet-talk her. Before long, the girl took pity on them. Taking advantage of the absence of Fang Zhiyi's personal guards, she opened the door and let those men out. As a result, the first thing they did upon getting out was take her hostage.
Facing the encirclement, the robbers were arrogant: Back off! Or I'll kill her!
Zhao Hu looked nervously at the broken tile in the robber's hand, feeling somewhat hesitant.
Until that voice spoke up.
Kill her then. We hardly know her anyway.
Everyone turned to look at Fang Zhiyi. The robber was clearly a bit afraid of him: If you don't get out of the way, I'm going to kill her!
Fang Zhiyi picked his ear. Can't you understand human speech? I told you to kill her! He bellowed the last few words.
The robber's hand trembled, leaving a shallow cut on the girl's neck.
Save me! Fang Zhiyi! Save me! You can't do this! Aren't we together? How, how can you say such things...
Fang Zhiyi raised an eyebrow. Together? We are together, true, but I'm not willing to keep a stupid teammate around, lest I have to wipe your ass for you later.
You, you hypocrite! You treat people like slaves! You leave people to die, you'll go to hell! the girl cursed at him.
Hell? Is it any different from right now? Fang Zhiyi waved his hand. His die-hard loyalists swarmed forward, and the seven or eight robbers were instantly drowned by the crowd. The girl stood frozen in terror.
She was exiled from the village that very day.
I was just speaking out of anger! You can't drive me away, I'll do whatever you want! the girl desperately pounded on the heavy gate.
Voices of other people came from behind the door.
Yeah, she was just being a little too kind-hearted. A scolding would have been enough, why kick her out? It's very dangerous for a girl out there...
The door suddenly opened. A look of joy appeared on the girl's face, but then another person was thrown out from inside.
Zhao Hu's voice rang out: In that case, you can go accompany her.
The two stared at each other, their faces full of disbelief.
Zhao Hu thought Fang Zhiyi was truly godly. Not only was he a great fighter, but he could also tell fortunes, arrange battle formations, and knew how to use wooden sticks and the like to create simple machines.
He kept Fang Zhiyi's words firmly in his heart: You can be kind, but you cannot be brainless.
Zhao Hu strictly implemented this core philosophy. While out on a mission, he accidentally rescued over a dozen captive women. Since he didn't know how many enemies there were, Zhao Hu told his people to leave first. However, when it was time to go, one girl cried and refused to leave, insisting on waiting for her boyfriend so they could leave together.
Fang Zhiyi's image flashed in Zhao Hu's mind. The next moment, he pulled the door of the battered car shut: Fine, then you wait here!
The girl watched her rescuers speed away. She chased after them, crying and shouting, her cries gradually turning into curses.
The chaos of the world continued.
Fang Zhiyi's power was also expanding day by day. His method was simple.
I have provided you with a chance to survive. You have shelter, fields, and hope. If someone wants to come and snatch your hope away, what will you do?
Hundreds of people shouted in unison: Fight!!!
Chen Rui, meanwhile, registered the information of every resident. He also noticed that every time they went out on a mission, the men Fang Zhiyi sent out were those with families. He was not at all worried that these men wouldn't come back.
Through fierce battles with other factions, Fang Zhiyi's subordinates grew into a group of ferocious warriors. The survivors who initially followed him had gradually transformed; their eyes no longer held confusion, but rather a newfound unwavering resolve.
ing gift was a patch of barren land, and disciples were all picked up along the way. He spent fifty years diligently building three "ramshackle little sects," thinking he could finally live a carefree life relying on his disciples. But right at the fifty-year mark, he was suddenly swept away by a spatial rift and exiled to the Chaos Desolation, the Disorderly Ruins. There was no spiritual energy there, only slaughter. Relying on the cultivation feedback from his disciples, Gu Changyuan hacked his way through a sea of blood for eleven hundred years. When the system finally fished him back out, he discovered the ramshackle little sects he'd built back then had developed a rather... unusual style. Hold on... I vanished for a thousand years, so how did my ramshackle little sects become holy lands?!
young master of the Shen family—a figure of immense power and wealth beyond measure—and awakened the "Destined Ultimate Villain System"! His starting scenario? Running into his icy fiancée who shows up with a mountain-descending divine doctor to break off their engagement. The divine doctor arrogantly taunts: "What does your Shen family have besides a bit of stinking money? You're not even worthy of tying Qingxue's shoelaces!" Shen Fei just smiled. He completely defied the usual script: "Fine, I agree to break off the engagement. Also, notify the finance department to withdraw all investments from the Su family." Minutes later, with its capital chain severed, the Su Group teetered on the brink of bankruptcy! The once aloof and proud ice queen CEO was thrown into utter panic. That very night, she went to Shen Fei's villa, casting aside all dignity to beg and plead desperately... From then on, in this world teeming with Sons of Destiny, Shen Fei embarked on a path of extreme dimensional suppression! A mountain-descending divine doctor? Peerless medical skills? Shen Fei: "Reporting you for practicing medicine without a license! I'll gladly take your ancient medicinal cauldron and twin sister assassins." The Crooked-Smiling Dragon King? Commanding a hundred thousand soldiers with a single order? Shen Fei: "Illegal assembly and suspected treason! Let a fleet of attack helicopters sanitize the area and teach you what the state apparatus really means!" A reborn tycoon? Knows all the golden opportunities of the next decade? Shen Fei: "A trillion in capital to reverse and pump the stock market, making you blow your margin and jump on the very first day of your rebirth!" What Chosen Ones? What bearers of Heavenly Fortune? In Shen Fei's eyes, they're all just chives (i.e., suckers/marks) waiting to be harvested! Shen Fei: "Sorry, but as the Destined Ultimate Villain, I don't play by the rules of honor. I only play the game of dimensional suppression."
transmigrates into the world as the sect master of the Heavenly Yan Sect, which is on the verge of being wiped out. He binds a system that grants him cultivation power based on the number of disciples he has: for each disciple, he automatically gains a year's worth of cultivation every single day! Take one disciple: every day he gains 1 year of cultivation power. While others struggle through a year of bitter training, he gets the same just by sleeping through a single night. Take ten disciples: every day he gains 10 years of cultivation power. Foundation Establishment, Core Formation, Nascent Soul—he breezes through all bottlenecks without lifting a finger. Take one hundred disciples: every day he gains 100 years of cultivation power. Even a Soul Transformation Venerable before him can’t survive a single blow. Take ten thousand disciples: every day he gains 10,000 years of cultivation power! With a wave of his hand, he topples empires. With a single step, he crushes the sacred grounds of the universe. ... While others fight tooth and nail for secret techniques, Lin Yan casually hands out Nascent Soul-level cultivation manuals as beginner textbooks. While others strain to find talented recruits, Lin Yan opens his doors to anyone—so long as they’re human. In just three short years, the Heavenly Yan Sect went from a backwater sect made up of three crumbling huts to a sacred land that every cultivator under heaven would kill to enter. ... One day, otherworldly demon gods invade, with a million demon soldiers pressing down upon the realm. Lin Yan, yawning, rises from his lounge chair and glances at the system panel: [Current Disciples: 1.28 million] [Daily Cultivation Increase: 1.28 million years] He waves his hand casually, and the countless demon soldiers are reduced to ashes in an instant. “So noisy… interrupting my fishing.”
't think I'm that capable, I'm just trying my best to stay alive. I've been kind all my life, never did anything bad, yet worldly suffering spared me not one bit. The human world is a nice place, but I won't come back in my next life. A kind young man, who wanted to just get by singing, but through repeated deceits and betrayals, has gone down an irredeemable path.
